The Dance Continues

Last night I anxiously awaited the initiation of our new dance space. I left plenty of time to get there early enough to be able to savor the space before dancing in it. Well the world had other plans for me. As I drove around in circles trying to avoid all the traffic backups due to rain and construction on my regular route, I began to panic and stress that I would never make it to dance. What I had been awaiting for months, I feared might not come to fruition. After 45 minutes of driving, that should have taken 15, I ran into a room of dark quiet, beautiful bodies gathered, waiting to take the first step, waiting for the first note of music, from outside or from within, to move them. I tore off my rain gear and ran into the quiet. I left the traffic, the rain, the panic, the stress, outside. As I entered this room it felt like a somewhat familiar, dark peaceful womb, waiting to be filled with the presence of the dancers and their spirit of moving. I may not have begun the dance in the way that I had planned it, but such is the dance of life. The layers peeled away and I moved my first movement. My body stretched and reached up into the darkness and felt immediately at home in a new place, for the first time, as if I already knew this home. When I dance I feel home.

Rumi - Guest House

This being human is a guest house Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they are a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.